images of people
are always limited
reality always messier
than one photograph
no matter how well portrayed
messiness never shown
and chaos never imagined
as any more real than
a temporary state
of the journey to the real goal

true connection
nothing to be dismissed
as much as any force fed image
of its nature is
the all consuming something
more and less tangible than reality
no more than a lie to keep us trying
no consumer motivated reason
for the constant sandpaper
to ourselves
will make it less of a betrayal
to that childhood dream

one day, I will not fear
one day, who I am will be seen
one day, what is my good
will be appreciated
as much as I am able
to imagine and more

if only I am able to not be myself